The ACT Experience
I am currently at my mom’s work place, so you know what that means…I’m here to do my homework, but not yet actually, instead I will watch tv, drink coffee and write a blog post, then get busy.
I started April Vacation off strong…with a big cold that lasted four and a half days. Thursday I came into school with a pink eye, but I don’t think it was Pink Eye…I think my body was just drained and could no longer wait for the weekend. That same day I went to a school event…for some extra credit because heaven knows I need it…and at the event I got hit in the eye by a beanbag. That made my pink eye a red eye.
I went to sleep thinking it was Friday. Tsss Tsss. I started off with a cough and some sniffles, not a big deal. I also started to lose my voice a bit by fourth period.
To be honest, I cant remember what I did Friday. So we’ll just go to Saturday.
It’s the big DAY!…Saturday! Except it’s not a big day, just a black hole that is sinking me into never ending sadness and four hours of constant sneezing. In the morning, I new I was going to sneeze here and there maybe get some boogie on my pencil, but I didn’t care. Humans should not be mean to animals, old people, and sick people. Science tells me that I am an animal and on Saturday I was sick, so that tells me that people should be 66 percent nicer to me than usual. That math sounds correct.
I had my calculator, form of I.D, one crusty pencil with an even crustier eraser, about 1/64 of a cracker because my dad didn’t let me pack the whole bag, and some tissues…ACT ready.
My mom took me to Starbucks (message to Starbucks: I just gave you like free product placement or whatever so…$) which was 100 percent needed. When I took the SAT I was actually contemplating taking an energy nap, but the way naps go for me…I think I sleeping be two minutes, but next thing I know its 2057 and Matt Damon is making bagels in my futuristic Easy-Bake Oven.
Anyway…the test was actually taking place in our rival school. Students from my school always compare us to THIS school. Let’s call them idktm…I made that up, it stands for “I don’t know their mascot,” because I don’t. The school is very nice, not high-school-movie-filmed-here nice, but it-looks-like-their-heaters-work nice.
The desks were clean, the teachers had a lot of supplies and corny sayings on the wall, and the bathrooms! Those students are so privileged and they don’t even know it! I could see what I was doing in their bathrooms AND their soap dispenser was not empty. There was no graffiti, no “hot or not” lists, no pads stuck on the ceiling. Only clean floors, doors, mirrors and everything else. Most of all, my feet were not soaked in suspicious brown liquid as I stood in the stall.
When I was done admiring the classroom in idktm high school, it was time to take the test. Rather than listening to the rules I use this time to hype myself up…”You’re fine. Grades don’t define you. Shoot for higher than a five. You probably wont remember taking the test by the time scores come out. Just ride the wave. Am I going to miss lunch? The first section is supposed to be the easiest. I left my laundry downstairs. Will dad notice by the time I get home? Oh shoot, the lady is talking…sshhh”
The first section is the easiest. It is English…grammar and sentence structure and some common sense. I just wish I could use my extra time to go to the next section. When I say I guessed in the science section…ya girl was guessing in the science section! It was like reading mandarin. Do you know how hard it is to read in another language when all you know is English? IT’S VERY HARD. Not only am I trying to teach myself this language, but I’m also sneezing every nine seconds and wiping oozing liquids off my FACE!
It is very difficult to do 60 math problems in 60 minutes while you have tissues so far up your nose, they are coming out through your eyes. I was the “sick girl.” Luckily “loud stomach boy” was on the other side of the room taking 1 percent of the attention off of me.
For half-time I went to the bathroom, cleaned up my nose, and got about 3 thousand towels for my desk, because there was going to be more sneezing and oozing. Two other girls followed me in the bathroom and they went into the stalls. It was dead silent in the bathroom, well except for me blowing my nose, but THEY were quiet, no tinkling. I could only assume that they were going to kill me, talk about me, or talk about the test. I left so I will never know and neither will you.
When I walked back to my seat, I had to go by this girl that was sitting two seats away from me and she had the NERVE to move away from me like I was deadly. BRUH! I have the cold not the Influenza…I should have sneezed on her ugly light pink sweater.
People are supposed to be 66 percent nicer to me. I don’t like being the only one with 200 tissues on my desk, trying to analyze why Passage A is more informative than Passage B. There was no sympathy in the room and I think its because those bathrooms made them conceited.
I also took the writing part of the ACT. I had forty minutes to write five paragraphs and I wrote two really good paragraphs and one paragraph after the lady said we had five minutes. Time went by so fast. When I realized how much time I wasted trying to think things through I just wanted to go home and sleep.
The test was finally over, I could leave, a weight has been lifted. I get home and the sneezing stops.
I sneezed AT LEAST two times every minute during that test. SOOOoooo why tell me that when I get home it just STOPS? There better be some science behind this. Whatever, that was my ACT experience. There is always more to the story, but the point is I better get a 40 out of 36 if my nose and SPIRIT is going to go through something like that!